Twenty years ago today, I stood at an altar and said some pretty traditional vows that included the standard, "love, honor, and cherish", and of course, "until death do us part."
That lasted for eight years, and then we finally admitted that we'd made a mistake. It was a very peaceful parting as these things go-- we lived together for the better part of a year after we decided to get divorced, and we remained friends (for a while, at least) after I finally moved out. Once we figured out the general shape of things, which basically meant who was keeping the house, we really had none of the property battles that turn so many divorces into ugly, nasty battles. In fact, we paid some paralegal firm a couple hundred bucks to file the paperwork for us, and that was that.
While I'm sad that we're no longer in touch, I'm sometimes surprised at how much I don't miss having him in my life. We were very different people, and I'm so much happier with my life now than I was then-- I can't even find words.